Mighty glad you
stopped by. Take a few minutes to look around my little spread. We've
got some mighty interesting things going on here at Dusty's place.
Hope you'll look
over my books while you're here. You can
even read enough to whet your appetite. Then, if'n you're a mind,
you can even buy your own and read "the rest of the story."
By clicking on that ugly cowboy (no-not Dusty, the other ugly one) you can learn
more about Dusty than you probably wanted to know.
Likely you've
got a question or two you're just itching to ASK
OLD DUSTY. Well, just click on either the link or the COWBOY
ON THE HORSE and drop me a line. Soon as I get the chores done around
the house I'll shore get back to
you. Course you'll have to stop back by again to see what I said
(he-he-sneaky ain't I?)
One more thing.
When you're all through looking around the place, come on back, pour
yourself a cup of leftover coffee and have a seat around the campfire.
Old Dusty will spin you a yarn about times that are gone forever
but will never be forgotten the old west.
Shawgo fingered the Texas Ranger badge that was pinned to his shirt, for perhaps the last time, as he reined up in front of the Ranger headquarters.
He had wrestled with his decision to resign from the Rangers the entire six weeks it took to recover from his encounter with Scarface. He still walked with a limp in his left leg and most likely would for the rest of his life.
"How many did they kill?" the young deputy asked breathlessly, as he hurried up to Ed Reed.The wiry old town marshal was emerging from the bank.His sundarkened skin was cooked to the color of his hard, gray eyes--eyes that had seen the worst the criminal element had to offer in his thirty years in law enforcement.
In the early 1870’s, the young state of Texas was struggling to survive. Its vast, undeveloped land of over 260 thousand square miles became a haven for the lawless. Murderers, rustlers and renegade bands of hostile Indians and Comanchero roamed the vast wastelands of west Texas with only a narrow river separating them from the sanctuary of Mexico.
One group of dedicated lawmen stood between this lawless element and the law-abiding citizenry—the Texas Rangers. This is the story of one of those men.
Shawgo—Texas Ranger.
Was
it justice, or was it revenge? What drove Matt Henry to set out on
the trail of a band of ruthless killers that brutally raped and murdered
his wife and slit his small son's throat from ear to ear ...?
Winner, Best
Western category
for 2004 EPPIE Award
Army
scout, Indian fighter, bounty hunter, and great nephew of the legendary
frontiersman, Daniel Boone, Jedidiah hung up his guns and retired
to his mountain hideaway ....
Finalist, Best Western category
for 2004 EPPIE Award
He was dying
. . . the doctors’ told him he had only a few months to live and there was nothing they could do. But death wasn’t
what scared T. J. Littlejohn...
Two brothers: one a gunfighter trying to escape his past, the other a pioneering cattle rancher. Neither knows the other is alive, both struggle to make their own way agains overwhelming odds . . .